One who has seen and knows the deepest, darkest awful parts of me and yet, here he is. It didn’t faze him in any way. He’s not going anywhere. He accepts me in all my scarred and ugly dark glory.

“Glad you finally caught onto that.” It’s a wickedly cheeky smirk that instantly breaks my tearful episode and replaces it with a giggle. He’s good at knowing how to swing my mood with a sentence, even if it’s usually on the negative end, and he’s being a smart-arse ...